Chapter 382

Loyalty? It was nothing more than a clown acting the part of a sugar-sculptor while hiding arsenic in his sleeve. Those porous lies were, in his eyes, too clumsy to withstand a single blow. Shen Guangji stifled the laughter rising in his throat, his narrow, profound eyes sweeping over Huzi’s flushed face. With a single glance, he took in the full measure of the man’s forced composure. This pawn, so eager to claim credit, likely had no idea that he had long since become the most conspicuous discard on the board. Shen Guangji steadied his thoughts, placed the photo frame back in its original position—face down on the desk—and folded his handkerchief neatly to the side. He lifted his gaze and spoke suddenly, "You’ve been working under me for many years now. I want to hear your thoughts: if I were to reorganize Old Jin, how do you think I should go about it?"